The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call (Wynter Quinnell) novel Chapter 1709

Wynter knew she was close to coaxing out more information, but she chose not to push further. It was crucial to avoid raising suspicion.

Instead, she smoothly changed the subject. "I saw two villas earlier. They looked pretty luxurious on the outside. Are they even better inside? I've never been in a villa before."

Martin replied with a sense of pride, "Those were built by the clan leader. They're really fancy inside, too. Our clan leader is great! None of us need to work regular jobs. We get paid as long as we follow his instructions!

"The ceremony tonight will be in the villas. I've only been there twice myself, but you'll get your mind blown soon!"

Then, his gaze shifted to Dalton, taking in his polished suit. "That guy doesn't look like someone short on money, though. He's all dressed up and good-looking, too."

Before Dalton could respond, Wynter quickly interjected, "Don't be fooled by appearances. His whole outfit is from bargain sales—39.9 dollars with free shipping! I can get him to order one for you if you want one.

"Sure, he's good-looking, but he's just my sidekick. If I haven't seen a villa before, you can bet he hasn't, either."

Dalton chuckled lightly at her quip. His refined demeanor and tailored suit, however, only made him look even more expensive.

She was, however, particularly interested in the quality of the water in the spring. Nevertheless, it was clear that the Ritual of Devotion Martin was talking about involved that specific stream, and they wouldn't be allowed near it anytime soon.

None of the three showed any sign of their true thoughts.

At this point, Balmond's personality proved useful. He excused himself with the excuse of needing to use the bathroom.

Martin didn't bother to stop him. After all, the paying guest was Wynter, and keeping her happy was all that mattered.

Wynter knew exactly what Martin was after, so she didn't hand over all the money at once, merely giving him a thousand dollars.

Martin called his wife, Carmila Deux, over to entertain them. "You can sit in my yard for a bit. We'll call you for the feast when the ritual starts!"

Sitting next to her, Dalton simply rotated his cup twice, as if inspecting the water. The faint curve of his smile carried a touch of mischief.

However, Wynter wasn't aware of his reaction.

She was about to try gathering more information from Martin when suddenly, a shout could be heard from a distance. "Go find her! Where has she gone?"

"The more she grows, the more disobedient she gets! Doesn't she know the ritual requires her to be at the riverbed?"

"That girl is such a troublemaker!"

Wynter paused at the shouting. She turned her head slightly and asked Martin, "Who are they looking for?"